[ It seems he's given Akira the correct response, based on the grin and the sparks that burst within his irises. And the kiss that Akira indulges in now -- there's an insatiable edge, a ravenousness to it as he dives back in. Minato is there to meet him with equal fervor, reaching out to pull Akira in closer too. ]
...yeah. Thought so.
[ A hint of pride shimmers through; yes, it seems he'd definitely made the right call.
But he doesn't get to bask too long, and there's a gasp and a hiss as Akira starts tugging his underwear down. Minato lifts his hips to assist his companion, to make space for him to entirely discard that garment should he wish to do so.
It's not possible to see Akira at work, not with his skirt blocking everything from view. But that, in truth, sends a thrill within Minato, a hint of unpredictability mixed into this encounter. It's exciting. Where will Akira's hands go next? How far down will he pull the ribboned lingerie? ]
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...yeah. Thought so.
[ A hint of pride shimmers through; yes, it seems he'd definitely made the right call.
But he doesn't get to bask too long, and there's a gasp and a hiss as Akira starts tugging his underwear down. Minato lifts his hips to assist his companion, to make space for him to entirely discard that garment should he wish to do so.
It's not possible to see Akira at work, not with his skirt blocking everything from view. But that, in truth, sends a thrill within Minato, a hint of unpredictability mixed into this encounter. It's exciting. Where will Akira's hands go next? How far down will he pull the ribboned lingerie? ]